tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85498566139704837972024-02-06T21:30:53.174-08:00Christianna JoyZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-20396381393782748362015-03-27T13:51:00.000-07:002015-03-27T13:51:17.741-07:00Remembering Christianna in light of Easter. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>(The following is the story of the day Christianna Joy entered Heaven)</i></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After almost an hour of CPR and prayer, we stopped. She was gone. This beautiful 10-and-a-half-year-old girl who loved Jesus, her family, and caring for orphans had entered eternity. The tug-of-war between us and Heaven for our treasured princess ended in total exhaustion. All we had now was a the hope she would return to us by some miraculous act of God. The miracle never came on this side of eternity. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The moment we stopped trying to resuscitate Christianna, I had a choice: to trust God or not. Kneeling over her lifeless body, I looked up to heaven and told God that, if this was his answer to our prayers, we would trust him. Little did I know how powerful that declaration would be in our healing process. With tears streaming out of my eyes I looked down on her lifeless body and declared that we are not a people of despair but of hope. Then I reached out and stroked her hair moving it away from her face and bent down and kissed her forehead and whispered how much I loved her and that I will hold her again when Jesus calls me home. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our youngest daughter now talks about how wonderful heaven will be when our whole family is back together. While we would have chosen a different path for ourselves, we have learned the depth of Christ’s love in a tangible way that has given our faith wings to soar. I would give anything to have Christianna Joy back but if it meant losing the depth of hope and joy I have discovered in Jesus, I am content to wait until I see her on that beautiful day when we will celebrate the wedding feast of the Lamb. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've heard people say many times that God never gives you more than you can handle. That is a lie. If we could handle it, there would be no need for God, no need for grace, no need for the empty tomb. This Easter, remember you can not handle what life throws at you. Rejoice, Jesus can and will. Trust. I have discovered that He is everything He claims to be and so much more. So much more.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span class="s1"><i>(This blog post is a selection from the book "Flipping Missions" that I co-authored with my good friend Tony Myles. To check the book out you can click the following link: </i></span><i><a href="https://www.leadertreks.org/store/flipping-missions/">https://www.leadertreks.org/store/flipping-missions/</a> )</i></span></div>
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-37501554874225607452014-11-12T13:29:00.003-08:002014-11-12T13:29:34.239-08:00My little blessing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">May 31, 2009 (year seven)</span></div>
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<span class="s1">We are now living in Zambia, and I am blessed to have you here with me. You seem to have grown into a young lady in the past month. You are a beautiful girl, full of grace and joy. I love how you show your affection - you make Daddy and I “I love you Mommy” drawings - usually with lots of hearts, or you write it wherever we are - like today you wrote it in the sand of the path we were walking. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">You have already made good friends with our neighbors, learning about the different fruits, games and even going to school with them one day. You like to help around the house - which is such a blessing to me. We enjoy cooking together (your favorite right now is jello), watering the strawberries, doing the dishes, and making people’s beds. You are very good at making things neat and orderly and usually have your bed looking so nice. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">I just enjoy being with you - you are quick to find the good in others and in life. Your favorite part of the day is usually about loving someone, kissing Mommy or Daddy, or holding baby Mirah.</span></div>
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-18868945864925069972014-06-02T05:28:00.001-07:002014-06-02T05:28:28.492-07:00My Delight (Year Six)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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March 4, 2008 ( five and a half)<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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You are my delight. Each moment spent with you brings me joy. I admire the way you take care of Katriya and Isaiah as their big sister. You had your first "babysitting" time yesterday - so you looked at books with them, built block towers, and took them for rides in the doll stroller. My favorite is when you dance ballet for them at night while I sing "Jesus Loves Me" and make sure you give them goodnight kisses if I happen to forget.<br />
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God has gifted you with joy, and love abounding. Right now you are learning your alphabet sounds and to write the letters in your preschool and love to play for hours with polly and playmobil people. You do miss Acacia playing with you, though, when she is doing school. <br />
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I pray your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight and that you may be kept blameless until the day of Christ Jesus, pure and holy before Him, your beautiful Savior.<br />
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I love you, my precious one,<br />
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-70933300663729555612014-06-02T05:20:00.001-07:002014-06-02T05:20:53.434-07:00My little love (Year Five)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You are my little love - with a heart filled with big love! We were making sentences out of word cards yesterday in preschool. You said you wanted to write "I love my mommy" for your sentence. You and daddy have been practicing your bike riding and today you rode all down our street by yourself! You were pretty excited and I was pretty proud - before you are even five years old! You have been helping Katriya lately when she wakes up by going to her crib and singing, playing or reading books with her. She is even learning how to play "Polly" dolls with you and you always get her blanket for her when she cries. <br />
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I have really treasured being able to watch you and Acacia be sisters and best of friends. You spend hours imagining with the farm or Pollys. But even more than that you are learning and delighting in serving one another and helping with each other's chores, or getting something for each other from the table, or getting each other's clothes. It delights my heart and even more Jesus' heart. Thank you for being my daughter.<br />
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You rode your bike again today all by yourself - and I wish I could somehow capture the pure delight and excitement and determination all rolled into one that was on your face - you literally zoomed past Acacia pedaling as fast as your little legs could carry you with daddy trying his best to run and catch up to you. <br />
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September 22, 2007 (four and a half years old)<br />
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Dearest Christianna Joy,<br />
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Your spirit so beautifully reflects your name. You spread the joy of Christ everywhere you go - just by being who God made you to be....<br />
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- In the way you dance and twirl and sing in praise to God - like at our family chapel today when you danced while we sang "Praise to the Lord".<br />
- In the way you so quickly serve our family and friends like when you offered Sofie the blue popsicle today because that's your favorite and there is only one, and how you offered to pick up Acacia's pajamas for her because she was already in bed.<br />
- In the way you radiate joy for life and love for people like when you say your favorite part of the day is "kissing mommy" and "everything".<br />
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You broke your finger bones a couple weeks ago jumping on the trampoline with Acacia and Uncle Nate. You cried hard, but since the initial pain, you have just not given your broken hand and subsequent cast a second thought. Well, actually it has become a nice accessory to play super hero and whap the bad guys and be stylin' with people signing and decorating your cast. You just go for life and don't let the details slow you down.<br />
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You inspire me, and fill me with joy to be your mommy.<br />
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I love you, my kissable Christianna,<br />
Mommy</div>
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June 9, 2006 (three and a half years)<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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You have a new big sister, and now get to be both a big and a little sister. You have nick-named her "Katriya Rose cutie butie Murphy" and call her "adorable". You ask frequently to hold her and kiss her and tell her you love her. It is very precious to behold. When she cries you bring her stuffed animals and sing to her. She is blessed to have you as a big sister.<br />
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Wednesday we were at Oma's by the lake and had wild strawberries for dessert. It made my heart glad when you came over with four strawberries, as you had picked one to share with everyone. Your giving spirit flows over into everything you do.<br />
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You love to dance, and are quite excited to start ballet in the fall, but I think you'll be ahead because of how much you do at home with Acacia showing you what she has learned.<br />
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You love to sing and lately have been making your own songs of praise and love to God to sing. It is the best kind of song of all.<br />
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Daddy says your joy is contagious, and it is true. You have such a lively, overflowing spirit, you are truly a joy in our life and to the Spirit of God. We praise God for you, my little love.<br />
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love,<br />
Mommy<br />
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August 30, 2006<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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You are my little joy with love overflowing. You frequently tell me you love me, daddy, and Acacia, and Katriya (and sometimes even Zeus (the cat) makes it into the love). At night I ask you your favorite part of the day and you say "you mean night?" I say "Sure!" and you say "giving you a hug" and give me a great big strong hug -so strong you ask if I can still breathe after it is all over.<br />
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Your favorite book by far right now is "There's a Monster at the End of this Book" starring Grover - I tickle you each time it says "Monster" and pretend I'm scared to turn the page. What fun we have.<br />
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You've started 'preschool' this week and are anxious to do school like Acacia so we have lots of fun workbooks for you and you help Acacia with her experiments and crafts. The hardest part is you miss being able to play with her now that she's in 1st Grade, but played together tonight for over one hour putting on a funny show. I thank God for your love for each other and how much you enjoy just being sisters. Most of all, I thank God for you and that God gave us such a special joy in our life.<br />
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love, for always, <br />
Mommy<br />
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January 1, 2006 (three years old)<br />
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Dearest Christianna Joy,<br />
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You are such a joy. Today at church you were dancing for Jesus in front of our pew - so gracefully to the music, twirling and dipping with your arms out. I wish we could all give so freely to God our worship.<br />
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For Christmas you got a tent from Opa and Oma and you and Acacia have already spent hours in it making up stories about mommys and sweeties and friends and bad guys. <br />
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Last week we had our second ultrasound for our new baby - you are so proud you get to be a big sister. My favorite part was you patting my belly and singing "Jesus Loves Me" when you saw the baby. You check up on the baby regularly making sure he has enough food to eat, is warm enough, and give lots of "I love you hugs and kisses to my belly." My heart overflows with joy each time I think of the beautiful creation God has given us in you.<br />
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love to my little sweetie,<br />
Mommy<br />
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-24276240436469904172014-05-26T18:57:00.000-07:002014-05-26T18:57:00.311-07:00Zest for life (Year Three)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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January 22, 2005 (two years old)<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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You are my little acrobat. Movement and joy are your trademarks. Lately you have taken to running around the house yelling "baby buns!". You are doing a lot more imaginative play with your "persons" (Fisher Price people) in the dollhouse and all over the house. <br />
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My favorite parts of the day were your power hugs - you swing your arms around my neck and bear hug me. What fun it is to be your mommy!<br />
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love,<br />
Mommy<br />
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10 April 2005<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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We have been on a journey. A journey to Zambia which has been accounted in my journal, but there are some specific things I have enjoyed with you. First of all, you are such a joy - you are a conqueror in life - making things happen along the way.<br />
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You now ask why of most things. "Why people wear shoes Mama?", "Why too far to walk Mama?", (when we are going from Africa to USA), "Why stars Mama?". You have great questions, and seem to understand all the answers. Now when you see stars they are "Jesus stars!". The sun, too, is "Jesus sun!" It is wonderful to be a part of your growing faith and understanding of Jesus' love for you and the world around you. You now tell me that Jesus loves me and Daddy and Gretchen and Acacia.<br />
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You are so precious, and I have treasured this time with you. You give lots of hugs and kisses and of course smiles. <br />
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love,<br />
Mommy<br />
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p.s. - You now say "Wokigi Daddy!" which means "fast" in Kikaonde. :)<br />
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April 8, 2004 ( One and a half years)<br />
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Dear Christianna Joy,<br />
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I believe God is already blessing you with joy and in turn you bring joy to those around you with your contagious grin and energetic spirit. This week we are at a camp in New York for a family vacation while Daddy speaks to the youth. You love walking - just walking - it matters not where - unless you decide you need to go a certain direction. Then if I call, you'll stop, look at me, then do a little dance in a circle with a grin on your face!<br />
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You are growing quite an affection for your sister and call her Acacia which comes out more like "dada" but is differentiable from Daddy's dada. Acacia now entertains you with her dolls and books in the morning when you wake up in your crib and you only cry when she leaves the room.<br />
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When we were walking in New York City yesterday you were riding in the stroller, reclined like you owned the world. Then you'd look up at me over your shoulder and grin like "look at me!" and people did! You got a quite a few comments about how cute you are - its not just your face but your expression and personality that go along with it that is difficult to put into words.<br />
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But I do pray, that God will continue to mold your spirit into one that brings Him joy and pleasure and that you would desire to serve Him all of your days with all that you are. You can change the world and I can already see some of the special gifts God has given you start to emerge! What a treasure and a joy you are.<br />
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I like to whisper in your ear "I love you Christianna Joy" and watch you smile. Tonight you giggled and played as I changed you and softened your skin with lotion. You like to show me my nose and the noses of your dollies and I like to give you nose kisses.<br />
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I love you Christianna Joy!<br />
Mommy :)<br />
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-37516436552208572322014-05-23T10:37:00.004-07:002014-05-23T10:37:48.600-07:00Radiant Smile (Year One)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is an excerpt from Christianna's journal, written to her periodically by Mommy<br />
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July 26,2003 (8 months old)<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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You are such a precious, beautiful girl. Already your beauty shines radiantly through your smile. Your Oma syas youare alwasy smiling so easily. At the beginning of this month you started saying "mama". I love to hear you say it, and I always try to respond with lots of excitement. You are communicating more these days with your eyes and tones of your voice. This week you started waving backwards, what fun! You are now quite good at pulling yourself to standing and scooting around a bit. I think you will be so excited to be crawling and not just confined to where we put you. <br />
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All my love,<br />
Mommy<br />
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<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />August 24, 2003 (9 months)<br />
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Dear Christianna,<br />
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You are full of joy - I am enjoying starting to see your personality become more interactive. Your sister is the best at getting you to squeal and smile. She will play "Boo!" with you and tickle your tummy - sometimes she just dances and sings for you - you seem to know its meant just for you and you love it. You started crawling right on your 9 month birthday - it was a victorious day for you as you have been working hard to get your body going where your mind wants to explore. You seem much more content now. I love to watch you - you still have to think about getting your knee up under your body and making it work. <br />
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We went for a walk today at the nature center. You loved all the trees and things to watch and I let oyu chew on a stick. When you got sleep you leaned your head against my chest. How precious these days are. I love your zest for life. May it be translated into zest and zeal for Jesus as you grow.<br />
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I love you precious one,<br />
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-10681220660314196322014-05-21T17:41:00.001-07:002014-06-02T10:49:03.530-07:00Groaning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Friday, May 23rd will be one year that our Christianna Joy went home to her Savior and Love. When I write that, I still think, but I want her here, home with me! How jealously I still cling. But I don't think even God minds. It is borne out of a deep passion and love of a mother who DELIGHTED in her daughter. Each moment. Wishing I had taken life a little slower over those quick ten years, but not wanting to replace anything. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial;">Some say the goal of the first year after the loss of a child is to survive. It has certainly felt that way on many days. And yet there has been more than survival. There has been a shedding, a stripping, of desire for the things of this earth. A groaning, at times even a DEMANDING, that all things be restored in the final redemption of this earth and of our bodies. That Christ reveal more of who He is, to me, to our family, to this world. And a decision that in the face of tragedy and catastrophic loss I will seek transformation and not destruction by the Grace of our Lord Jesus. </span><br />
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Christianna, we miss you, we love you, we long to see you again, soon.</div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>For all creation is waiting eagerly for that future day when God will reveal who his children really are.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>Against its will, all creation was subjected to God’s curse. But with eager hope,</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>the creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>And we believers also groan, even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering. We, too, wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full rights as his adopted children, including the new bodies he has promised us.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>We were given this hope when we were saved. (If we already have something, we don’t need to hope<b> </b>for it.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </span>But if we look forward to something we don’t yet have, we must wait patiently and confidently.)</span></div>
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-9877672829316380542013-11-12T11:50:00.001-08:002013-11-12T11:50:18.092-08:00Happy Birthday Christianna! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Tuesday, November 12th is a very surreal day for our family. This year Christianna would have blown out 11 candles on her cake. Her brother Joshua will blow out two candles on the same day but without hearing her big sister's voice along with his brother and sisters and parents' voices singing "Happy Birthday". </div>
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We remember the beauty, the joy, the delight of each moment with her here on this earth. Of her sliding down the hill on a makeshift sled, (once breaking her arm!), of her reading and playing with her brothers and sisters, of her pronouncing her love in bold ways for her Savior and for her family. </div>
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Acacia: "How she would invent stuff and we would play together with just ordinary items." </div>
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Katriya: "I like playing games with her and her hugs and kisses."</div>
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Isaiah: "How she gave me the last kiss and playing cops and robbers with her."</div>
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Shamirah: "I liked when she played with me on the trampoline and let me go on her high bunk bed."</div>
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Mommy: "I liked when she would lean her head against my shoulder when I was reading to her." <br /></div>
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While we have good reason to be overwhelmed with grief, the truth is that the Lord has been faithful to us as we continue to walk through this long and very dark valley. We are confident of this, He who began this work in us will be faithful to complete it. We want her birthday to be a day to thank the Lord for the beautiful memories of her life and the promise that when we see her again it will be at the most amazing party in all eternity, the Wedding Feast of the Lamb!<br /></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shamirah and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Acacia and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Rebecca and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Grandpa and Grandma </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mommy and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Acacia and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christianna and Joshua</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shamirah and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christianna and Katriya</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christianna and Isaiah</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grammy and Christianna and Acacia</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Auntie Gretchen and Mutali and Christianna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Grandma's tea party</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tulip time with Grammy and Bumpa</td></tr>
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-46207446028695487352013-09-05T10:20:00.000-07:002013-11-12T11:14:22.317-08:00Sisters <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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~ She is not sent away, but only sent before; Like unto a Star, which going out of sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere: ye see her not, yet she doth shine in another country.~ Samuel Rutherford<br />
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-12223600209102759432013-09-05T08:25:00.001-07:002013-09-05T10:12:34.763-07:00Drifting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Her face is still seen everywhere I go<br />
In a world so broken and lost<br />
Her sparkle and charm lingers<br />
I fear that time will start to erase from my soul<br />
Clinging tightly to memories<br />
I will never let go<br />
On eternity's rainbow you now play<br />
Thinking of you<br />
True beauty now in perfect peace<br />
Longing for the day<br />
My faith becomes sight<br />
Christianna Joy I love you<br />
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--Big Daddy<br />
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LORD you are always there when I need you. <br />
You rule over the heavens.<br />
You are almighty God of me. <br />
You will watch over me<br />
and I will not be afraid to come to you. <br />
Lord I thank you for watching over me<br />
and I thank you for being there when I need you.<br />
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LORD I LOVE YOU!<br />
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We heard this week from the pathologist a final <span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222;">diagnosis</span> for Christianna. She had "Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy". Cardio = heart, myo = muscle, pathy = disease, and hyper = large, So this is basically a disease of the heart muscle cells that causes them to enlarge, be in disarray and not function properly. It is caused by a genetic mutation, and often develops in the pre-pubertal stage. </div>
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If you have heard of a young healthy athlete suddenly dying, this is most often what has caused it. Among people who die suddenly from this disease, most have no or only mild symptoms, and many times it is not related to physical activity at the time of death. </div>
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The cause of sudden death at an early age is usually due to an arrhythmia, or a life threatening heart rhythm, as was the case with Christianna, because the heart cells are not aligned/functioning well, especially around the area of the electrical conduction system in the heart. </div>
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It is usually an inherited, or genetic disease, so although we have no one in either family with known sudden early death, our immediate family will be screened with a heart ultrasound, or echocardiogram. </div>
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By the way, the news had reported she had a thickened heart valve, which was not the case. Her valves were normal, but her heart in general was enlarged. </div>
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Here is some more information from the Mayo clinic site:</div>
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<i>"Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) is a disease in which the heart muscle (myocardium) becomes abnormally thick — or hypertrophied. This thickened heart muscle can make it harder for the heart to pump blood. Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy may also affect the heart's electrical system.</i></div>
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<i>Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy often goes undiagnosed, because many of those with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy have few, if any, symptoms. In a small number of people with this condition, the thickened heart muscle can cause signs and symptoms, such as shortness of breath and problems in the heart's electrical system resulting in life-threatening abnormal heart rhythms (arrhythmias).</i></div>
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<i>Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy is usually caused by gene mutations. It's thought these mutations cause the heart muscle to grow abnormally thick. People with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy also have an abnormal arrangement of heart muscle fibers. The heart muscle cells become jumbled, known as myofiber disarray. This disarray can contribute to an irregular heartbeat (arrhythmia) in some people.</i>"</div>
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Thank you for your continued prayers as we seek the Lord, are thankful for His faithfulness to us, and so deeply resonate with Ms. Hawks who wrote: " I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord. No tender voice like thine, can peace afford."</div>
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-20899018933635127552013-07-19T03:46:00.000-07:002013-07-19T03:46:18.157-07:00Baptism<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On November 6, 2011, Christianna was baptized by her father. We recently came across her written testimony she gave at the service. Another time we are so thankful for God's Spirit at work in her heart!<br />
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"I came to know Jesus when I was in first grade and my mom read Bible stories and I wanted to read more and more. As I got older i wanted to start my own devotions. Now every morning for 15 minutes before breakfast I spend my own time reading the Bible.<br />
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One day I accepted Christ and I felt more joyful and happy and it was easier to be loving and kind to others. Now I share Christ when my family goes to Zambia and even while we're here and I get to share about our mission to help children with HIV. I often hold the babies and sing "Jesus Loves Me" to calm them down or feed them when no one is able to.<br />
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One day after devotions I started asking to be baptized. It is important because Jesus was baptized, as a symbol of our sins being washed away.<br />
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I love Jesus with all my heart and I want to follow Him more each day." --- Christianna Joy Murphy<br />
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It still seems like a dream that she is gone. My heart seems to want to call out her name so often as if she will come walking into the room and light up my life once again with her charm and beauty. We continue to hear stories from others who have been very impacted by the life of our Christianna. Her impact will be on my heart until I see her on that day when my faith becomes reality and I climb the rainbow to meet her on the other side. Until then, I pray that I will be the man she saw me as. Forever her "Big Daddy." </div>
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-49657798812780935762013-06-29T19:03:00.000-07:002013-06-29T19:03:21.605-07:00You make me smile<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Spoken by Terra, our dear friend and co- worker in Zambia, at Christianna's memorial service in Zambia:<br />
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"Christianna Joy: A name she really lived into. As I think about Christianna's Joy and how it was firmly rooted in Christ, I can't help but to long for her vibrancy to live on. She was a positive thinker and carefree yet in a responsible, logical way. She understood freedom. She understood people and how to be a good friend. She knew that art was worship to God and appreciated all forms of it. In fact, she herself was an up-tempo symphony that hummed a dancing rhythm in the air and it was contagious. A rhythm you wanted more of. Yes, even still we long for more, yet we have to learn from what this beautiful, loving 10 year old taught us. We must be positive thinkers that worship our God and father no matter what we face. <br />
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We have eternity to dance to the heavenly songs with Christianna but we have only one life to create our own song that is vibrant enough to affect others. <br />
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We should all choose to live life as big as Christianna and be so filled with God's love that we leave encouragement with those we meet even when not trying. We should be enjoying the freedom of God's love and the simple joys he gives us everyday, whether it is giving a compliment and watching someone's face light up or seeing flowers dancing in the wind. I want to soak myself in that mindset. I thank and praise God for teaching me such a great lesson through Christianna.<br />
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ZamFamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18037099577705077839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549856613970483797.post-54912918771956576472013-06-20T07:58:00.000-07:002013-06-20T07:58:15.899-07:00"Young Missionary Remembered"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The memorial service for Christianna Joy, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">was held Saturday under a rainbow of balloons, people dressed in bright colors, memory boxes, displays of a child's treasures, and a white casket covered with messages, stickers, and d</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">rawings written in markers by the hundreds of people who came to mourn her loss and celebrate her life. Each story shared, the worshipful dance, and the tears shed, the memories that brought laughter, was a testimony of a 10 yr old girl who loved Jesus, spread joy when she stepped into a room, and loved the orphaned babies in Zambia that she held, fed and entertained.<br /><br />Her mom, sisters and brothers stood near the horse drawn wagon as she was gently lifed by Dad, Grandpa's, uncles, and cousins. Her Dad had the contentment of giving his daugther one more horse ride. We think of the cemetery as a resting place, but in the twinkling of an eye, we know Christianna will be dancing with Jesus. We look forward to the promise that some day we will all be enjoy that dance with her. Thank you all for your love and prayers. It has meant a great deal to us. We are so thankful to be able to be with our family this past week.<br /><br />You can see an clip of the memorial service with the Fox17 news link.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ffox17online.com%2F2013%2F06%2F15%2F10-year-old-missionary-remembered%2F%23axzz2WLJVNPDZ&h=FAQFvlVUy&s=1" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://fox17online.com/2013/06/15/10-year-old-missionary-remembered/#axzz2WLJVNPDZ</a></span><br />
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